Senior Brother Wuxin carried his hands behind his back, a wide blue robe was flying, his long hair was dancing in the wind from time to time, three thousand green silks were fluttering in the wind, and his body stood proudly like a green pine, looking at the mountains in all directions.

"Senior brother, my grandson is going back to Huaguo Mountain. Although the heart ape is a cultivator, it has not yet gotten rid of its monkey nature, and it jumped up and down in three steps, came behind Wuxin, scratched his head and said.

Wuxin slowly turned around, looked at the heart ape in front of him, and a free and easy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Then I'll send you." ”

Seeing this, the heart ape was suddenly shocked, life in the mountains has been unconsciously for so many days, but it is about to part, the gloomy ** person, only farewell, although the nature is free and easy, but there is some sentimentality in the eyes.

Watching the senior brother slowly walk on the stone steps in the mountains, the heart ape scratched his head and followed, and the two of them were speechless along the way, until they got down the Fangcun Mountain, and the senior brother slowly stopped his pace, "I'll send you here." ”

The heart ape looked back at Fangcun Mountain in the distance, and then looked at the senior brother who was close at hand, tears flashed in his eyes unconsciously, his nose was inexplicably sour, and he turned around abruptly, not letting the senior brother see his sad appearance.

"Senior brother, my grandson will !! go"

The Monkey King roared, and a heel bucket flipped up, and then drove the somersault cloud through the sky, never returning, slowly disappearing into the sky, turning into a small black dot, and finally disappearing.

Wuxin looked at the heart ape and drove away in the clouds, silent for a long time, and only after a long time did he turn back and pick up the steps, unconsciously, the light rain in the mountains fell, the mountains were empty, and all around Wuxin were distorted by a force, and they all slipped around, and the body was not stained with any rain.

At this moment, an oil-paper umbrella came over, and the junior sister Wushui jade wrist was frosty, her eyes were full of affection, and she helped the senior brother block the heavier and heavier rain in the mountains, but let the rain wet her body.

"Senior brother, it's time to go back. Wushui mantis looked up at his senior brother slightly, and said softly, and the little bird leaned over and snuggled in his brother's arms.

"Senior sister, your legal name is Wushui, do you know this rain?" Senior Brother Wuxin stood on the stone steps, looked at the dripping rain in front of him, and suddenly asked leisurely.

"Senior brother?" Wushui's eyes flashed, staring at his senior brother, and asked puzzled.

"Every drop of rain is destined to have no way back from the moment it falls, and the moment it lands is their end. There are some things, once you take a step, there is no way back, and I, the path I chose is the same as this rain, and there is no way back as soon as I step out. Wuxin stared at the senior sister beside him, and said leisurely: "Wushui, you and I are just passers-by in each other's lives, don't fall too deep." ”

"The spring is dry, the fish are on land, and it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to foam each other. Wuxin said slowly, but was stunned to find that Wushui suddenly threw himself into his arms, stood on tiptoe, Sakura lips pecked lightly on his lips, flashing his big eyes, the two were very close, and each other's breathing was clearly audible.

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand had already slipped off, Wu Shui looked at his senior brother, and his fair face was full of seriousness and said: "Senior brother, you are wrong! Forget about the rivers and lakes, that is your idea, you haven't asked me, how do you know if I want to?"

"But I don't want to. Wuxin said coldly, gently pushed Wushui away, and walked up the stairs alone, his back standing tall and arrogant.

"Senior brother, don't leave me!" Wushui suddenly pounced, hugged Wuxin's body from behind, crying pear blossoms with rain, begonias with dew, begging Wuxin, but in the end he was still freed by Wuxin, far away, leaving Wushui shivering in the rain, crying hoarsely.

Wuhua, who has been hiding in the distance, secretly watching, couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly rushed out, hugging the crying heartbroken Wushui from behind, wanting to comfort his long-time crush on Yiren, wanting to give her warmth, Wuxin doesn't want it, he wants it.

But the next moment, Wuhua's face was full of gloom, looking at Wushui, who didn't look at himself, and struggled to break free from his arms, let the rain fall more and more on his body, laughing miserably, his heart was like a knife.

Someone is sad for you, who will feel sorry for me?

The rain in the mountains became heavier and heavier, and the thunder resounded through the mountains, and it was three days at a time, and all traces were washed away.

With new rain in the empty mountains and sunny weather, the patriarch came to the altar to preach again, but he didn't know that this was the last time the patriarch preached.

Patriarch Bodhi gently shook the dust, finished talking about today's Taoism, his eyebrows trembled, and he said leisurely, "You and other disciples, you have completed your studies, go down the mountain." ”

When the disciples heard this, their faces were full of consternation, and they all bowed to the ground, their faces full of panic, and they shouted helplessly: "Master, but what did the disciple do wrong?"

Patriarch Bodhi shook his head slightly, raised his head and sighed: "Idiot, fate is over, don't force it!"

No matter how the disciples pleaded, the patriarch just closed his eyes and remained silent.

When the disciples saw it, no matter how reluctant they were in their hearts, they also knew that today was the day of farewell.

One by one, their faces were full of gloom, and they bowed down solemnly to the patriarch, and after kowtowing to thank the teacher, they turned back three times in one step, and reluctantly went back to pack up their things, shedding tears to say goodbye, and there were painful cries from time to time.

After a long time, the patriarch slowly opened his eyes, looked at the senior brother Wuxin who stood like a green pine in the main hall, and asked leisurely, "Why don't you leave?"

Wuxin stared at Patriarch Bodhi seriously, slowly took three steps forward, and then bowed down and said solemnly: "The grace of the master's preaching, the disciple will never forget." ”

As he spoke, there were three bangs, and his forehead was faintly blue, and even a trace of blood was oozing.

After saluting, Wuxin got up and was about to leave, but the Bodhi Patriarch sighed, "Idiot, why are you doing this?"

Saying that, there was an extra peachwood sword in the hand of the Bodhi Patriarch, which was the wooden sword that Wuxin snatched from the sword-wielding boy when he was a child, and he didn't want the Bodhi Patriarch to stay until today.

"As a teacher, I still remember when you were apprenticing and snatched this sword, it's really like a world away!"

Bodhi Patriarch said, stretched out his finger and wiped it on the peachwood sword, faintly there was a mysterious light flowing, and then threw it in front of Wuxin, "If you are the Tao, this sword will bless you, if you are a demon, this sword will punish you!"

Wuxin reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, rubbing his fingers against the rope he had touched when he was a child, and then flicked the sword, stuck it in his waist, brushed his clothes away, and never looked at it again.

All the way down the mountain, I saw from a distance that Wushui, who was dressed in a water blue robe, had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and Wuxin seemed to have not seen it, and he was about to go down the mountain and leave.

Sonorous!!!

A sword light suddenly rushed in, and it seemed to sink into the water in front of Wuxin's body, and finally slowly stagnated, humming and trembling.

Wuxin slowly turned around and looked at the other six disciples in the past, none of whom had left, but were standing here, as if waiting for him.

"Wuxin, I have called you Senior Brother for so many years, and I have long been unconvinced! Why are we not inferior to you in all our talents, but we are below you?"

"Wu Xuan, it seems that your Thunder Law has improved a lot over the years, it's really hard for you to endure for so many years!" Wu Xin looked at the young man and said leisurely.

"Senior brother, this is also the last time I will call you! I lost to you here back then, and I will get it back here today!" Wu Xuan said, the long sword in his hand suddenly appeared as an electric snake, crackling, and then flew over with a thunder sword in his hand, and his body was as fast as thunder.

Rumble!!!

A large area of forest in the mountains was destroyed by Lei Fa, and two figures, one purple and one green, wandered ghostly in mid-air, and the sound of banging was endless.

A moment later, the two figures in mid-air suddenly separated, Wuxin hung a peachwood sword around his waist, holding a seven-foot sword glowing with purple intent in his hand, and at the end of the blade there were two ancient seal characters, purple electricity, faintly glowing with electric light, as if unwilling to be held by Wuxin, constantly trembling and wanting to get out.

On the other side, Wu Xuan's face was pale, and there seemed to be breath in his body wandering wildly, and he fell down in embarrassment, and he was busy meditating and pranayama.

"It's really a good sword!" Wu Xin looked at the sword body, clearly reflecting his eyebrows, and a thunderous meaning was deeply contained in it, and he couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

Kenneth !!

The purple lightning buzzed and trembled, inserted next to Wu Xuan, who was meditating and pranayama, and Wu Xin in mid-air looked at the other junior disciples, and asked leisurely: "If you don't make a move, I'll leave!"

"Big guy together, this guy has bullied us for so many years, and if we don't take revenge, we won't have a chance!" As another teenager raised his arms and shouted, seeing Wu Xuan's fiasco, the rest of the senior brothers couldn't care about bullying more or less, after all, they have been suppressed by this hateful guy for so long over the years, and if they don't vent their anger now, there won't be many opportunities in the future.

Whoosh!!

The ice pick with cold air suddenly shot out, but it was a woman with a cold temperament, with long blue hair fluttering, and the surrounding breath was suddenly cold, and a stream of cold air rose up, and finally turned into an ice Jiao hovering towards Wuxin.

"That's right! Wuqing's hand is already perfect!" Wuxin in mid-air stroked his palm and smiled, and when he reached out with a palm, the cyan wind in his palm swirled, turning into a big hand, and he pinched the Han Jiao who rushed over, and with a slight force, the sound of the Han Jiao dissipated without a trace.

"And me!" In mid-air, a fiery aura suddenly appeared behind Wu Xin, and a young man circled a fire sparrow around him, suddenly attacking from behind.

"Rise !!" Wuhua slapped the ground, and a vine rose suddenly, turning into a huge plant a hundred feet high in a blink of an eye, and the rattan shook and pumped towards Wuxin in mid-air.

The last remaining Wushui bit his lip lightly, his emaciated face showed a thick sadness, staring at the elegant and free figure in mid-air, he still stretched out his hands to pinch the trick, and the water vapor around him gathered, turning into several streams of water and rising into the sky, joining the battle group.

After meditating and pranayama for a while, Wu Xuan also recovered, looking at the fierce battle in the sky, he was not willing to be lonely, and suddenly reached out and pulled out the purple lightning next to him, and killed it again.

Boom Boom Boom !!

The roar was endless, and the hurricane roared and swept everything, and the firefinch, the cold dragon, the wisteria, the electric snake, and the water stream were swept away one after another.

"See you soon!"

The hurricane dissipated, and the former senior brothers drifted away, leaving only a group of senior brothers, looking at each other, some smiling bitterly, some shrugging their shoulders, and some people did not say a word, brushed their clothes away, and never looked back.

When the brothers left one by one, only Wuhua was left to look at the Yiren who was chasing Wuxin, staggered to a mountain, and gently dug out a bright flower, implanted it in the prepared flower pot, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "In this world, only you won't bear me!"

After a few moments, a flower in the mountains disappeared and never reappeared.